Interrupted (2012)
“— Emily Dickinson I paced back in forth in the hallway. I glanced at Beatrice’s door: still shut. Irene sat in a little wooden chair, her head buried in her hands, murmuring to herself.
The minutes dragged on for what felt like centuries. The grandfather clock in the parlor rang, signaling the late hour.
“Irene,” I whimpered. She looked up. “Do you think …” I cut myself off and turned to the window.
A single raindrop slid down the black glass, soon followed by dozens of little droplets patterin...g against the pane.
The Bible!
I jumped up in a sudden panic and flew down the stairs. “Allie?” Irene called after me. I burst out the side door and ran toward the beach.
My heart was pounding. How could I have been so stupid?
Rain was falling freely by now, turning the sand into mud beneath my feet. My eyes stung from the salty wind as I raced through the darkness. Where did I leave it? I stopped at a big rock and saw a dark cover flapping in the wind. I lunged to grab it and ran back to the house.MoreLess
The minutes dragged on for what felt like centuries. The grandfather clock in the parlor rang, signaling the late hour.
“Irene,” I whimpered. She looked up. “Do you think …” I cut myself off and turned to the window.
A single raindrop slid down the black glass, soon followed by dozens of little droplets patterin...g against the pane.
The Bible!
I jumped up in a sudden panic and flew down the stairs. “Allie?” Irene called after me. I burst out the side door and ran toward the beach.
My heart was pounding. How could I have been so stupid?
Rain was falling freely by now, turning the sand into mud beneath my feet. My eyes stung from the salty wind as I raced through the darkness. Where did I leave it? I stopped at a big rock and saw a dark cover flapping in the wind. I lunged to grab it and ran back to the house.MoreLess
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